Totally Frosted by Zoey Indiana

Author:Zoey Indiana [Indiana, Zoey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zoey Indiana

5

You're under arrest.

I cursed Georgie every fucking second I played Christmas treat in this stupid cookie box. The undercover cookie… yeah, I didn't see Hollywood making that movie anytime soon. More like a kids comedy. When I ran out of names to call Georgie, I went through all the new, inventive insults for the witch who'd forced this form on me.

The box jolted, sending everything flying inside, including me. A cookie landed on me, pain exploding in my crotch. I managed to shove the cookie off me as my brain hard rebooted from the pain. Please don't shift… gods my life had changed drastically. Normally, I changed back the moment I could, but no. That would ruin the entire mission. If anything went wrong, they'd punish my mate while I was locked up, unable to help or protect her.

Someone needed to stop in and stop the council. Hell, once this was over, I'd be the first shifter in line to knock the council off their pedestal. The box stopped moving. I waited for the signal that I was clear to run. With how many cookies were in the order, there were a few boxes above my own, giving me time to escape before anyone tried to eat me. I tightened the fabric strap on the shoulder bag designed to carry the surveillance equipment.

Then I heard the signal: four finger nail taps in a practiced pattern. I knelt at the edge of the box, pushing through the perforated door specially cut just for me. Sure enough, I didn't see anyone nearby. Slipping through the flap, I sprinted to the edge of the table. Once on the edge, I pulled up the edge of the table cloth and held on for dear life as I dropped. Right now, I really wished I had fingers in this form instead of rounded arm nubs.

The cloth slid between my hands, slowing my descent. Until I ran out of tablecloth. It slipped right out of my grasp. One look down reminded me how quickly the hard floor rushed toward me. I didn't have time to pull myself together. The long, cylindrical table leg was just in reach. I hooked one arm around it, then pulled myself into a fireman slide as my legs clamped on, slowing me down enough my feet crumbled slightly as I hit the floor.

No time to heal. I sprinted across the floor, watching the crumbs fly. It wasn't until I pressed myself against the door frame, peering through to the next room that I had time to heal the cracks on my feet. Sidestepping into the doorway, I slipped through the crack between the door and the frame.

Shoe heels clapped through the room as someone walked past. "Have you tried the cookies yet? Oh, you have to. They're amazing." A man's voice echoed through the room as he passed me.

I moved to the edge of the door and scouted the room. Typical rich house with neutral colors, an open floor plan, and no where to fucking hide.

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